I fell over on the slippery street and faceplanted the pavement. It hurt A LOT!
This was the first time I’d been to hospital since the pandemic started and luckily it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I’d been led to believe. Yes the Covid restrictions are awkward and there’s no cafe area anymore, LOTS of machines out of order too I noticed, but all the staff were polite and helpful. And I left having only spent about £2.50 (on a drink and crisps) and that lack of expense is just such an endless relief to me.
Pleasure Island at Cleethorpes has been closed since 2016, a fact that depresses me slightly since I loved it as a kid. So while in the area last week me and Dave stopped and took some pictures of its ruins.
Don’t worry, we didn’t actually go in! It’s covered in barbed wire, more bafflingly there’s a trench built all the way around it, and there’s a security dog too.
There he is!
So we just got as close to the fence as possible and stuck the camera through increasingly tricky gaps.
Here’s the fairytale-like entrance to the park, not such a fairytale anymore.
Broken things everywhere.
Some castles left to rot behind barbed wire.
Who even smashed these windows?
The remains of one of the rides I remember best from Pleasure Island, the water slide. It used to stand a bit taller.
A few misc buildings round the back, and a warning message.
RIP, Pleasure Island. Here it is in happier times.